milk, what a waste
you were my favourite
addressing your past
Now
salvation is in clam
chowder and bad
moon rising,
addressing our past
childhood was much
Like, a play
not a lot has changed
At least that's what
I wrote
On the postcard
Addressing my past.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:17 AM UTC
What I can control
And what I cannot
we were wonderful then
that day
a passionate heart
afraid of committing
detaching my instincts
for great joy and great sorrow
closely related
tugging at my hair
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
i daydream of nights i have no recollection of
i close my eyes and think of how bright we felt
how young and in love we were
how easily we had fun
building forts, indulging in frito pie
spending time with our best friend reggie
piecing together saturday nights over breakfast tacos
summer left me wanting more.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
right now we sing along
our inner monologue
clenching eyes, shut tight
with fists
and childlike gestures
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
then we were
enemies
because I drunkenly
opened my mouth
I considered
Not
but of course
that is not who
I am
You went to bed
I watched Charlie Chaplin
I wanted to **** you was all,
But we fought about white privilege
I tried to apologise for being a minority..
maybe.
And you for
Not.
We woke up and forgave each
Other
History huh, and the lies it feeds.
Welcome to Texas
The sign read.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
Beside you
this small child, follows
hides near you
they call your name, play with your hair
You fell out of
And
In this panic
The look he gave
saved you
when he was away,
you drowned yourself
And there, you were safe.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
The distance between my green boots
And the door
The distance between your well ****** mattress
And the floor.
The distance between your well played guitar
And my well played underwear.
The distance between your chartreuse chair, your favorite
And my favorite painting
You made it
The distance in beautiful images
And the image of me rotting
And the image of them squealing.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC